Author Archives: istsfor manity

Lean Times (redux) When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my … Continue reading →

Titular Stuff Here (redux) It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Listen. This is modern times all over the worldGo sit under a tree. — Lorenzo Thomas / “Displacement” Somehow, the entire human race seemed momentarily united in a single entrancing dream—the hope that the … Continue reading →

Watch Your Broccoli Sprouts Proficient in “metaphoricals,” but lacking in “metonymicals,” it was decided he had some finesse for the “synecdochicals.” It mattered to no one on the staff that they were bastardizing the terms in this official report they … Continue reading →

What I’m Reading: The war is over.I turn off the television, then my phone at last, and go to sleep.In my nightmares, another war begins. — Nasser Rabah / “The War Is Over”

At The Distraction Attraction (redux) The carny barks: Come  inside and see gnats and gadflies swarming about the heads of philosophers! Come, you, now! Come and see annoyance and obstructions to happiness! Come inside and watch a man tear down … Continue reading →

Letter Never Sent I was gas huffing one afternoon, by the train tracks near the smelter, trying to shotgun iso nitrite through my paint gun and boom — whoosh! — it hit me. It was a wrap, and on came … Continue reading →

Short Entitled Fuse (redux) … and in another precinct someone latches on to the idea of redemption — but in this rainy neighborhood, and specifically in this newly repointed brick building, a man (we’ll never learn his name) has confessed … Continue reading →